The Boy is eight today. He looks ten, but he's eight. It's a fun age to watch, since it's still very much part of childhood, but he's starting to show signs of noticing more than his family. Last night I took him to get a new bike, since he had outgrown his old one. On the way home: TB: Dad, I think the girls at school all like me and Ian. DD: Why? TB: Well, they're always asking us to be princes in their games. And I'm like, “can't you see that I'm fighting Darth Sidious?” It's annoying! DD: Hmm. TB: And they're always asking me to double date.